you need
the extra blanket down
the hall,
on the upper shelf
in the linen closet.
it's two a.m., there's still a long
way to go
until morning.
you think of the cold floor,
an open window.
your new love, sleeping soundly
wrapped in the blanket
she pulled off you.
your teeth chatter.
your legs shiver.
finally, you give in. you
get up and do what has to be
done.
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